I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
Anaïs Nin
In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now.
This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.
This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.
"It’s 5AM and the sky is full of stars."
Dans un rêve, tu m'aimes. Dans un rêve, vous goûtez au miel, le ciel est rose et les fleurs chantent pour moi. Dans un rêve, tu m'aimes et je ne saigne jamais.
in a dream, you love me. in a dream, you taste of honey, the sky is pink, and the flowers are singing for me. in a dream, you love me and I never bleed.